Zoom

 Zoom Zoom Zoom… running on the technology highway 

Email and text may soon be outdated 

To computers and iPhones we are now mated 

Snapchat and facetime may be fast, facebook will be a thing of the past 

Zoom Zoom Zoom…running on the technology highway 

To know what’s new just google this, google that

Find old friends and write notes in the chat

No more books; just read on-line; worry not, your eyes will be fine

Zoom Zoom Zoom… running on the technology highway 

Meetings in isolation, but you’re not alone 

Connect with co-workers, working from home 

Learn about COVID, get all the stats and know all the facts 

Zoom Zoom Zoom… running on the technology highway 

Order all your groceries and other supplies 

Fix your virtual background to “travel” world-wide 

Get a spot while they last; view a webinar, take a class

Zoom Zoom Zoom…running on the technology highway 

Attend a church service with music complete 

File your taxes and keep things neat 

Share ideas in a break-out group, please remember to unmute

Zoom Zoom Zoom… running on the technology highway 

Oh the wonders of what we now can do 

And for the children this is normal too 

Sign up for a test, sign up for a shot 

LIFE NOW ON ZOOM 

Like it or NOT

Zoooom………

© Anne Cressin, 2021

Below: Ruben Gallego on Zoom meeting with

constituents from Glendale AZ

Image from Wikimedia Commons

Technology

    The gadget in my hand is a dear friend.

With it I can text and call anyone at almost anytime anywhere.
I can take and send pictures in a flash. I can check emails or
surf the web. I can listen to music or watch a movie or read a
book. I can buy and sell things. I can poke anyone.

    The gadget in my hand is a dread foe.

With it on my ear, my brain imbues the waves and mutates. In
my hand as I drive, I take a difficult and challenging task and
double the complexity, turning the vehicle into a menace. I can
ignore my wife, my parents, my kids, my friends by hunting and
pecking all the day long.

Screens, screens, screens, screens, screens, screens!

     The gadget in my hand is a sticky magnet.

With it, I can be followed as I wander my meandering path through
the city. As I troll the web, lingering on this or that, I can be
recorded. As I buy things, they take careful note of everything.

     The gadget in my hand is a high-story elevator.

With it, the public schools replete with tablets and smart-boards
launch classrooms into the twenty-first century. The tech gap
crushed and equal education for all. Maybe,  perhaps, I hope.

     The gadget in my hand is an open window.

With it, I can be scrutinized, analyzed, defined, invaded, dissected,
cored, correlated, and vivisected. With it, I am the body on the
slab in the cop show, carefully rendered to give answers.

Screens, screens, screens, screens, screens, screens!

     The gadget in my hand is a gas pump with a lighter.

With it, I can flare the greatest explosion and bonfire ever seen.
With this program and that, my creativity can know no bounds.
The knowledge at my fingertips is quite literally endless.

     The gadget in my hand is a soaked blanket.

With it, I can stare at episode after episode of old reruns. I can
play 'Doom' until dawn, shooting and maiming thousands of digital
people. I can watch bodies of all types writhe and contort.

Screens, screens, screens, screens, screens, screens!

The gadget in my hand is no yoyo, it’s not a rubber ball, and
                               ain’t no thimble.

The gadget in my hand is a boomerang,
                                                          whirling through the air,
                                   three centuries of engineering behind it.

You should be ready to duck…

© Byron Harris, 2013

Texting While at the Wheel
Photo by Oregon Dept. of Transportation
from Wikimedia Commons